I hate this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality, whatever you want to call it. I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink, and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9325 | 2021-12-31 18:32:16 | 88.29 | 97% |
| 3155 | 2021-01-04 13:33:10 | 70.01 | 95% |
| 2830 | 2020-12-24 11:43:59 | 78.64 | 96% |